In the entire secret room of the Fang family, the fist wind was whistling, tearing the air, and a figure was tossing and turning, although the body was immature, the strength was amazing.

A full quarter of an hour later, Fang Qing's physical strength had reached nine thousand eight hundred catties, this was a humanoid beast, a fighting machine, looking at the Fengyun Realm, it could be called invincible in the same realm in the body refining realm!

"The blood is like waves, and the fighting spirit splits the heavens! This is the realm of legends!"

Fang Shanhe, who suddenly appeared, had a flash of light in his eyes, muttering to himself, and there was a war intent boiling.

"Ahh

Fang Qing felt that his whole body was surging with incomparably terrifying power, he didn't vomit or feel unhappy, he blasted out with all his strength, the fist intent was amazing, indestructible, and unbreakable, but the direction was just the direction in which Fang Shanhe was standing.

"Good boxing!"

Fang Shanhe's eyes showed an astonishing battle intent, his right hand pointed like a sword, and a sword stabbed towards Fang Qing's bombarded fist.

There is the meaning of spring flowers blooming, the recovery of all things, the scorching sun, the meaning of a sun, the meaning of coolness and coldness, and the meaning of fruits.

The three artistic conceptions are contained in one sword, but this sword does not seem to be comprehensive and missing, but it is also extremely sharp and exquisite.

"Four Seasons Sword!"

In the distance, Fang Youli's eyes were like swords, staring at Fang Shanhe's sword fingers, yearning for envy was revealed.

Fang Qing, who was immersed in the practice of boxing, only felt that a sword qi that was extremely powerful and could penetrate all obstacles rushed to his face.

His fighting spirit is splitting the sky, he wants to compete with it, he does not dodge, he does not retreat, this is a real martial artist, the quality that must be possessed, he let out a long roar, and shot with all his strength, and his strength has broken into a terrible situation of ten thousand catties.

"Broken!"

Clang!

The fists and fingers collided, but there was a sound of gold and iron colliding, stirring back and forth in the entire Fang family's secret room.

The fierce fist wind sword qi swept out in all directions, and the beast oil fire candle lit in the entire secret room was half extinguished immediately, which was the result of the support of several other people.

An irresistible force was transmitted, Fang Qing felt a sharp pain in his fist, his bones crackled, but he was not injured, obviously the other party had reservations and had no intention of hurting him.

Kick, Kick!

took three steps backwards in a row, and the copper ground that he stepped on made a loud noise, which was able to dissolve the force.

When he came back to his senses, Fang Qing saw that opposite him, there was an old man in gray standing, who was five or six points similar to his grandfather Fang Youren, about sixty or seventy years old.

"Yes, you are really good, Fang Buregret's son?" The old man in gray looked at Fang Qing with a face full of appreciation and relief.

"Fang Qing has seen Grandpa!"

Fang Qing also reacted, he guessed the identity of the old man in gray at that time, it was Fang Shanhe who broke through the retreat, and he was also his own grandfather.

"Let me ask you, have you mastered the fist intent?" Fang Shanhe's eyes looked at Fang Qing expectantly and excitedly.

"Yes, Sun Er has indeed just mastered it, but it is only a half-step fist intent!"

Fang Qing's tone was still a little regretful, his fist intent did not increase much, only his strength increased.

Hearing Fang Qing's tone of regret and dissatisfaction, everyone present stared at him speechlessly, all of them were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Fist intent, that is the realm that all monks dream of, mastering the artistic conception is equivalent to mastering the invincible position in some aspects.

Even Fang Shanhai and Fang Shanhe were extremely shocked, it was one thing to guess it, and it was another thing to hear Fang Qing say it truthfully.

"Is there really a twelve-year-old person in this world who has mastered the artistic conception? “

"Demon, I don't know how to describe it!"

"It's really fist intent, it's too powerful, that punch just now definitely has the power of the peak of the Yanqi Realm, and even stronger!"

"With a full strength of 10,000 catties, across a large realm, using low-level basic boxing techniques, it is simply ......"

"You can actually apply the stone-breaking fist method to this situation, I don't know if Grandpa Zongheng can do it?"

Everyone's eyes were eager, staring at Fang Qing deadly, as if they wanted to see how this kid was different from them, how could he be so demonic? Even if he cultivated in his mother's womb, there was no such thing!

"God bless my family, half-step fist intent, looking at Kaitai City, no one may be able to do it. “

Fang Shanhe looked at Fang Qing eagerly, as if he was looking at an immortal monument.

"Yes, my father has pursued the realm of half his life, and he actually appeared in a twelve-year-old boy, if his old man knew, I don't know how happy he should be!"

Fang Shanhai looked at Fang Qing, his old face was full of relief and satisfaction.

Fang Qing knew their thoughts very well, wasn't Xu Liang, the leader of the expedition, also so excited that it was difficult to control himself?

It's really an artistic conception, it can only be understood, not spoken, even Fang Qing, who has mastered the fist intent, can't describe it, that feeling is very wonderful.

"Boy, tell me Lao Tzu, how did you comprehend the fist intent?" Fang Youli, the sword idiot, took Fang Qing's hand and looked at him eagerly.

Fang Qing couldn't laugh or cry, this second grandfather is a little incoherent now, calling himself Lao Tzu, doesn't this mess up the generations?

The others also surrounded Fang Qing, gossiping about his feelings.

From beginning to end, Fang Qing said everything except for the mysterious bead in his mind.

It is not half different from what he said to Xu Liang and the others when he was in the leyline fire dragon, and it is even more detailed and comprehensive, because this is his own relatives!

Even if Fang Qing was unreserved, talking about his comprehension over and over again, unfortunately, everyone present couldn't comprehend, this had nothing to do with the cultivation realm, it was just a kind of chance.

Next, it was Fang Qing's day of suffering, several of his grandfathers suppressed the realm at the peak of the Yan Qi Realm, and constantly fought with Fang Qing, and the Stone Breaking Fist Method became a martial arts monument in everyone's hearts.

I don't know if he waved it five hundred times or a thousand times, Fang Qing was a little numb in the end, helpless, still no one comprehended his own artistic conception.

However, Fang Qing's harvest was also huge, he memorized all the martial arts of the Fang family, and he did not miss a single one, and under the shroud of the mysterious beads, he learned too quickly, and he quickly got started with every martial art.

"Fallen leaf palm, take the meaning of the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, a palm out, the sky is full of palm shadows, the strength has light, heavy, slow, urgent four changes, can make the opponent unguardable! “

This is Fang Youcheng instructing Fang Qing, what he is cultivating is the Fallen Leaf Palm, the Yellow Rank Lower Grade Martial Arts, and he has mastered the essence of the Fallen Leaf Palm, but he can't make the palm comprehend.

He wanted Fang Qing to completely master the Fallen Leaf Palm, hoping that he could comprehend the palm meaning again, and he could learn from it, although it would take time, but it was not a good way.

This is also the method that the masters of the Fang family have discussed together, there is no way, the artistic conception cannot be seen or touched, and it cannot be taught by words and deeds, it can only be understood, not spoken.

The palm of his hand flew up and down, Fang Qing's strength was too strong, each palm carried a whistling wind, he did not use all his strength, he only used the power of five thousand catties to cast the fallen leaf palm, but it was also amazingly powerful.

Another palm slapped down from top to bottom, the power was not obvious, and it looked light, but the wonderful angle enveloped the space in front of him, which was difficult to guard.

With another palm, it was slowly pushed out, the power was restrained, and when it encountered resistance, it exploded with all its might, breaking the earth.

Another palm was slapped, the speed was amazing, the eyes couldn't keep up with the speed of the palm, the sky was full of illusory palm shadows, and the air was torn.

In this way, Fang Qing continued to practice the Fallen Leaf Palm, from the rustiness at the beginning, to the current mastery, as long as he was given a little more time, he would be able to completely master the Fallen Leaf Palm.

This was entirely due to the effect of the mysterious bead, which floated in the depths of Fang Qing's sea of knowledge, and the rainbow light enveloped his sea of knowledge all the time.

Fang Qing's head was always in a state of absolute soberness and clarity, which was like a tiger wings for Fang Qing, whose understanding was already rare.

"The slashing knife technique, pay attention to the method of breaking with force, this is very consistent with your fighting style, this sword technique is the strongest martial art of our Fang family except for the second uncle's Four Seasons Sword, you have to learn hard, and strive to give me the sword intent." “

This is the eldest grandfather Fang Youzhi, he has been practicing this hollow cutting knife technique for more than 30 years, for the knife technique, the entire Fang family except for Fang Shan, he can be said to be the first person, and he has won the true inheritance of Fang Shanhai.

"Look, this is the Hollowing Knife Technique!" A copper big knife appeared in Fang Youzhi's hand, with a slender blade, about three fingers wide and half a meter long.

Slashing out one after another, Fang Youzhi practiced very slowly, in order to let Fang Qing see more clearly and carefully, which was equivalent to Fang Youzhi teaching Fang Qing his martial arts experience for nearly thirty years.

Except for close relatives, no one will do this, even between master and apprentice, sometimes, the master will not easily teach his years of martial arts experience.

Moved in his heart, Fang Qing stared intently at each of Fang Youzhi's knives, and devoted himself to the knife technique.

In the depths of the sea of knowledge, the mysterious bead seemed to know that Fang Qing at this moment needed his help the most, and the rainbow light shone brightly, completely enveloping his entire sea of knowledge.

The mind is clear, the consciousness is growing rapidly, and the memory is even stronger to the point of being incredible, which is very appropriate to describe it as unforgettable.

The Nine-Style Hollow Slashing Knife Technique, Fang Youzhi performed it more than a dozen times, and every detail was unreservedly displayed in front of Fang Qing's eyes.

Half an hour later, Fang Qing closed his eyes and pondered, then opened his eyes, took the copper knife in his hand, and cast it one after another, each of which was exactly the same as Fang Youzhi's.

An hour passed again, and Fang Qing no longer imitated Fang Youzhi in a vague way, and began to integrate into his own understanding.

"Sky Slash!"

Fang Qing let out a loud shout, and the purple copper knife in his hand slashed out from top to bottom, cutting through the air, and the sharp pale cyan knife qi was revealed, a meter long, and the cut air was shattered.

"The comprehension is really amazing, the old man practiced for five years before he slashed out the sword qi, this kid only cultivated for an hour, and he reached this level, demon!"

Fang Youzhi's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his eyes, he was once again broken by Fang Qing's conventional cognition.

In the depths of the sea of knowledge, the mysterious bead seemed to sense Fang Youzhi's words, and shook for a while, according to Fang Qing's understanding, this must be the mysterious bead that began to complain.

That's you idiot, what a kind of existence Lao Tzu has, with Uncle Ben fully assisting this kid, how can you imagine the speed of progress? Hillbilly, I don't know!